A WALK IN THE WOODS
Me, alone in the woods walk Obvious, to myself I can’t talk So the sounds of crickets I hear On my head stands the hair All because of the fear Fear of the unknown

A WALK IN THE WOODS

By Ayieko Jakoyo, Naivasha, Kenya

Me, alone in the woods walk

Obvious, to myself I can’t talk

So the sounds of crickets I hear

On my head stands the hair

All because of the fear

Fear of the unknown

 

The wind, tree branches sway

In all directions, this and that way

Alone on this thin pathway

The fear freaks me away

If only me and you, but met

In this deserted, freaking woods

Ourselves would turn into pets

And enjoy, the long missed plays

But now, since am alone in the woods

Let me bathe, in the turbulence of the wind

Maybe, memories will get off, my mind

 

On the grass, my feet pass

The dew, glittering, but cold

This makes it even worse

Being alone make me look more old

Only but if, I could see your face

I believe it would make me more bold

To walk through the grass, I guess

But since am alone, in this wood

Let me walk, alone on my own

 

If I finish, this stretch, but I doubt

I mean if I make it to the end

That I be able to see the light

I beg, you allow this madness end

If me, and you, finally meet

Then, better just call me a friend

 

Ayieko Jakoyo

(The Contemporary Scribe)

 

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